|Not my kitchen, but this gives you an idea of what it is like|
Good Morning! How are we all? This year has been off to a better start than last year for sure. Which is a huge sigh of relief.
The builders have arrived to smash out the old kitchen. Add new wiring... replaster, tile the floor, make the kitchen units... You get the picture I am sure. Again we are reduced to living in one room on the ground floor and its paper plates I am afraid. It is only 2 weeks. We can do 2 weeks.
The dogs are getting used to work men again. The pup loves all of them and stands there wagging her tail, basking in the attention.
The new kitchen is going to look very Scandi, I think that is the style. A bit country, a bit Scandi. I havent a real idea of how it will look until it is done. We will see. I chose it all so long ago I cant remember. I have since had the roof raised and the interior of upstairs completed (nearly completed, no carpets as I wanted the kitchen finished first due to dirt).
In other news.
I went to the supermarket the other day, where a lady with a long cashmere coat and what looked like a fox fur hat, was in the vegetables aisle. She had really bad body language and was near shouting at the young girl who was pushing one of those funny trolley/cart things with all the drawers which I think it online delivery shopping (?). She was really in her face, it went something like this
Woman "All of this is Spanish brocolli. Spanish, all of it. What is wrong with British. Where is the British???? You people are the reason we have so many problems..."
The girl was red in the face and was maybe 17 or 18. She stammered to answer her, "We only have what is out in the aisle...."
The woman stepped into her face and near shreiked, "I will have to go to Waitrose, they know how to treat their customers", jabbing her finger at her. "I am going to report you! Whats your name?".
At this I had to say something. I drew myself up to my tallest, "Excuse me", I said. "As you can tell by needing a coat - it is winter. It isnt the season for brocolli. That is at its earliest around March. Come back then".
She glarred at me. Towering over me. "Clever clogs", she said.
"Yes I am", I replied.
I hate that people think it is OK to treat people in service industry so badly. That girl is somebodies child. I wonder how she would feel if someone treated their child in the manner she did?
Do as you would be done by, is a phrase I like to live by.
Be kind, my lovelies.
p.s. When the woman left the area, another staff member came over and thanked me for saying something. She said they have to just stand there and take it.